One Mile Morning
It’s about 11 in the morning, I’m about to leave as things are getting hectic. Theresa gives me a good hard luck. Pado’s on to another beer with Raymond. It’s all getting out of hand and the old time stories are now disputes with contradictions and beer scented spit flying all over the place. Time to leave this One Mile Morning with mixed emotions, so much heritage drowned by the white man’s fire water.